The Darkest One

The Darkest One Ch. 29 End of a Brother (Part 2) (Edited)

Chapter 29 End of a Brother (Part 2)

I was flying. For a moment it felt like it had when I was flying over the city. Then I crash landed and it wasn’t pretty. I managed to hit every tree branch, every rock and I think a person as I landed a few feet away from Jet. I tried to sit up but my head was fuzzy.

I saw Damien running out from the cover of the trees behind me. He was pissed and angry. And he had thrown me. Why had he thrown me?

Oh. He was trying to kill me. I knew I’d remember eventually. I pushed myself up off the ground, ignoring the way my head swarmed. I tried to step forward but I fell back down again.

Damien was trying to kill me. I wasn’t just going to lie on the ground and take it. Not when I still had one more step of my amazing plan. I admit it, my plan was shit from the start but it had been the best I could come up within such a short amount of time. And it was going to ruins.

I needed a new plan, and fast. And one that stopped me from dying.

Damien hovered over me. He had pulled back his fist and it was descending before I got enough brains in me to roll out of the way. I kept rolling. The more distance between him and I the better. When I stopped I pushed myself up and faced Damien.

He was charging right at me and I barely had enough time to side step him. Even then he clipped my shoulder and I spun several feet away before I was able to balance myself. I watched as he stood back up. He staggered a bit as he turned toward me but I didn’t truly register any of it.

My head still felt fuzzy and I couldn’t get past the fact that my brother was trying to kill me. My brother. He raised me; he put band aids on all my bumps and bruises, let me sleep with him when there was a thunderstorm. The same brother who did the same for all of us. Now he wanted us all dead.

It made no sense. And it hurt.

Too deep in my thoughts I never noticed when Damien ran at me again. Or when we both fell to the ground. I noticed when I couldn’t breathe; I had the wind knocked out of me and then the first stinging slap against my cheek. I twisted my head to the side immediately and blindly threw my arms up to defend myself.

I had to get out of my head. It was going to get me killed.

I bucked, I twisted, I tried to do everything to displace him but it did nothing. He wasn’t even struggling; he just kept placing blow after blow. My body felt like a battering ram by now. Finally I threw a punch of my own; I couldn’t play defensive, maybe I could do better on offense?

I hit him. I hadn’t suspected that I would and was appalled that I did. He was so much bigger than I was and apparently a somewhat skilled fighter. I had thought my punch would have come nowhere near him. But it did. In the cheek.

He seemed just as surprised as I was because he had stilled. Then he roared. Both of his hands came at my neck and I barely blocked him.

My hands had gripped his and he was pushing all his weight on them. My arms felt like they would snap at any moment.

I felt the very first sign of panic brewing in my stomach. I had screwed up. He got the upper hand right away and now I had no chance. I knew I would never be able to beat him in a fight and here I was. Painfully pressed on the muddy ground struggling to keep Damien from killing me.

My arm gave way and he fell forward. As he did his knee slipped in the mud. Without thinking I pushed hard against his shoulder and since he was unbalanced he was forced off of me.

I rolled with him.

Now I was on top. I started to thrown punch after punch but they lacked strength and they lacked the muscle power that would cause any damage.  Not surprisingly, a moment later I was thrown off of him. I struggled back to my feet in the mud.